Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Poetry Wednesday

The Dream

I dreamt I saw the furniture
sinking in a live sea
with all the bubbles sent up
and too many currents
splitting oak beams,
making whale sounds.

Annnnnnnnnnnnd something not-mine that I love:

The Hurricane
by William Carlos Williams

The tree lay down
on the garage roof
and stretched, You
have your heaven,
it said, go to it.

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